I have a deep respect and honor for those who put themselves in harms way to protect me and my family from domestic and foreign enemies. The valor of the men and women who put on the uniform is incredible. I like to think that I’m a tough guy, but when I imagine what it would be like to be in battle in any of the wars and conflicts throughout our history, I suddenly don’t feel tough anymore. I believe these men an women deserve our respect and the fallen deserved to be honored. My family honors our fallen heroes.
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more” ― George Gordon Byron That quote sums up my feelings when it comes to the virtues of solitude. I don’t consider myself an antisocial person, but from the outside, it might appear so. People are great, I just don’t like being around them. Just kidding! I love people! In fact, my love for people is the main drive behind
My last three posts represent my return to film photography after a short hiatus. Since picking up my SLR again, I’ve been making time to capture the world around me on film. I love the simplicity of my SLR. No fuss, it just works! Find a subject. Meter the light. Dial in the exposure. Click the shutter. The simplicity helps me stay in the moment. Currently, my OM1 SLR is my favorite camera to use. It feels good in the hand and it just begs to be shot. After finally finishing the roll of Portra 160, I was ready
Many years ago, a friend laughed at me when I told him that one of the requirements for my first house was that it had to be under a dark sky. He thought I was crazy. You see, I was in the early stages of my fascination with amateur astronomy. I’ve always had a fascination with space since I was a kid. I knew as a young adult that amateur astronomy was going to be a part of my life for the rest of my life. Thus, living in an area where I can feed this yearning meant
In the middle of Murfreesboro, Tennessee, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of city life, lies a quaint little sanctuary. It’s like stepping into a Twilight Zone of Asian culture, more specifically, the culture of Buddhism. This sanctuary is known as the Wat Lao Buddharam. My wife discovered it by accident while in the area a couple years ago. When my oldest son expressed an interest in studying Buddhism, we made a couple of visits. This post has pictures from our last visit. The prize of the site is the temple which is the first structure you
I finally ended my analog hiatus when I took a short hike on a familiar trail. I grabbed my SLR loaded with an unfinished roll of Kodak Portra 160 and took a hike at Cheek’s Bend. This roll of film has been in my OM1 since January of 2017. Lately, my DSLR has been getting a workout. Between shooting my son’s school baseball team and doing some projects for work, I just have not had time to shoot for myself. Well, the itch got to the point where I had to scratch it. With 14 frames left on the
If you follow my blog, you have probably heard me talk about the revival of downtown Columbia, Tennessee. Years ago when I first started to frequent the downtown area, things appeared dead after business hours. Even weekends were lacking the typical festive atmosphere of a downtown square. My wife, the historian, has told me stories about how Columbia was the place to be back in the day. People from all around came to Columbia to let loose. Well, Columbia is trying to bring that magic back to the downtown area. Over the years, I’ve noticed significant changes on
This is my last installment of my American as Apple Pie Series. If you have not read my previous post in this series, just click the links below. My goal for this project was to simply capture the moment, not to editorialize, but to document each event as they unfolded. It all started on President Donald Trump’s Inauguration Day. On that day, when our 45th president officially took office, I captured the Silent Inauguration protest and the protest events at the Tennessee State Capitol. The day after, I marched in the Women’s March through downtown Nashville. On the flip
It’s been a while since I posted a Face to Face blog. I’ve actually had some face to face street photography encounters, but they have been more on the documentary side. For those not familiar with my “Face to Face” series, these posts are street photography blogs where I engage people and ultimately ask for their photograph. These would be better defined as street portraits than street photography. Most of my candid shots can be found under my “Random Street” and “Abstract Street” series. When I’m out and about, I usually come back with something to fit all categories.
Just off the beaten path in downtown Columbia, Tennessee, there’s a hidden gem. It’s hidden in plain sight. This gem is a home tucked away just off the main drag in a quaint little neighborhood. It’s not just any home. It’s a rectory, the rectory of a learning institution for girls. The architecture reveals that there is some significance behind the building, but without digging further, it’s not easily known that this was the home for the principal of the Columbia Female Institute which later became known as the Athenaeum. The Athenaeum was originally built to be the home
This post is not about square picture formats as the title might suggest. It’s about the Columbia, Tennessee square, one of my favorite town squares. Its courthouse centerpiece dates back to 1904. The courthouse has a grandiose presence. Around this centerpiece, you will find local government businesses and privately own businesses. These businesses are located around the roundabout that circles the courthouse and they are located along the 4 streets leading to each face of the courthouse on the North, South, East and West sides. The private businesses range from places to dine to boutique shops and retail. There are
It seems every town has its claim to fame. Nashville is Music City. Denver is the Mile High City. Las Vegas is Sin City. Chicago is the Windy City. New Orleans is the Big Easy and New York City is the Big Apple to name a few of the more famous designations. All of these identities have their own unique history. This post is about exactly that, a unique history that can only be characterized as a Southern Thing. It all started over 150 years ago. Columbia, Tennessee was a mule trading center. It was known by farmers as